Phillips Unlimited

The cream "SHAVED" the day!

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 22:02:00 +0000

What 'chya been doing on these cold days? The first three months of winter we spent outdoors motoring around the neighborhood on our scooters and bikes in the beloved 50 degree weather. I don't know about you but we refused to take those days for granted! Now what are we gonna do?

The kids are so confused. "Why can't we go to the park, ride our scooters...pway on pwaygound? We did that last week!???" I am craving snow so I can offically say to my children, "Parks are closed, scooters won't work, and pwaygounds are buried."

Here is what we have been doing indoors. Nothing spectacular or innovative but it has been engaging for the kids.

Shaving Cream Fun: Go to the dollar store and stock up on shaving cream. I feel zero guilt after paying $1 for a large can. Add toothpicks, cotton balls, q-tips for building/painting tools. Spatulas - plastic and metal make for fun smoothing and scraping activities. Provide a large bowl with water in it to have a "car wash" for matchbox car enthusiasts. Give plastic animals a bath too. Diggers, loaders, dumpers make little boys happy. Practice writing letters or drawing fun pictures in the shaving cream. Tell me more ideas please!

Light Table: A big thanks to Joelle (Purcell) Bishop and her link via facebook for this idea!

Activities: create and copy patterns with beads/colored stones, sensory table fun, galaxy creation, mosaics, shaving cream drawings, tracing, window crayon drawing

Other info: DIY approx $60, dollar store provided most light table accessories.

Florida Part II

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 03:45:00 +0000

Our hope was to return to Orlando with the kids and we took that opportunity a few weeks ago. David returned to Orlando for the HighJump conference and took us with. While he learned and networked, we played. We all explored together at the end of the week. Mid September weather in Florida isn't as impressive as it is in the spring time. My craving for 90 degrees is much more intense in April after a bitter cold winter but I'm not going to complain. The crowds at the parks were minimal which made my adventure to Universal with just the kids and I much more manageable. We visited Sea World and Universal Studios...saving Disney for another time.

It isn't a trip to Florida unless you...

...soak your street clothes daily.

...cry at the Shamu Show.

...touch a ray.

...admire muscle cars.

...eat pretzels pool-side and avoid looking directly at the camera.

...giggle on rides.

...meet Diego and Dora.

...savor sweets with your sibling.

...ride the ferry, ride the ferry, and ride the ferry again.

...get sand in your swim suit.

Florida Part I

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 03:40:00 +0000

Way back in April David and I took a trip to Orlando. David attended the Oracle Collaborate User's conference and he invited me along! My parents blessed us tremendously by taking the kids for the entire week. Oh how we missed the kiddos, but we had a wonderful time just the two of us. While he attended sessions, I experienced solitude that I hadn't had since Peyton was born. I had no idea how much I would enjoy that time I had for myself. Every day started with a hard workout since I was training for a half marathon. I curled my hair and put make-up on at a leisurely pace. I soaked up the sun, the water, the wind. I read a book from front to back. I will always have fond memories of this trip. We had some of the best steak dinners and wedge salads that week. Oh my goodness...the wedge salad with blue cheese dressing...so good in Orlando! We took time to visit the Kennedy Space Center and splash in the ocean at Cocoa Beach. RELAX...a word that only reveals its truest meaning when the kids are on the opposite side of the country in loving hands...not really but there is some truth to that..okay, its true. But we really did use the majority of our time to do just that...RELAX! The only part David dreaded was when I took out the camera to do a self-portrait of the two of us. He just hates that. We couldn't wait for the time we could return...hopefully with the kids.

At Cocoa Beach. It was very windy that evening. Can you tell?

An evening before heading out for dinner. My brother gave us a few nights from their time share. Thanks John!

At the Peabody in Orlando. A fantastic accomodation!

Things We Hate Stepping On

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 19:36:00 +0000

I know you have stepped on something unintentionally that sends shooting pain through your body, particularly your foot. Did it hurt so bad that you wanted to pick that object up and throw it across the room due to the throbbing pain it caused? Has the pain been so intense that your knees buckled forcing you to kiss the ground? Close to over one hundred times I have muttered under my heated breath, "How many more times will I step on this thing?" At our home it occurs daily. In fact, it happens so frequently that David and I have given each other the green light to laugh at the victim. At least one of us can find it humorous. One of us laughs while the victim is spitting nails...sharp, piercing nails. I wake up hoping that its not going to be me. Here is what we step on, what we hate stepping on, and what we fear stepping on.

Lets start with the "Not So Painful, Yet Terribly Annoying" category. Crumbs of any kind that stick to your socks or bare feet. Crumbs, ice chips, popcorn seeds, squished raisins, soggy cereal, puddles of milk or applesauce, chunks of chocolate brownie...this picture also makes me ask myself, "Why on earth do I even bother scrubbing the kitchen floor?" These are the things that I attempt to shake off my foot or sock, yet they usually require the scrape of a fingernail. YUCK!

This fine fellow, whom I do not even wish to remember his name, brings us to the "Moderately Painful" category. Do you see that tail fin...if that is indeed what they call it. I just got back from Sea World where everything has a tail and everything has a fin. Therefore, I'm calling it a torturous tail fin.

The "Severe Agony" category. This guy makes us cringe. The motor on this VW Beetle causes "severe agony" when you step on it. Its amazing it the engine hasn't broken off. Proof that they still make some high quality toys.

Oh yes, and then there is the line up of matchbox cars that we hurdle daily.

The "Deadly" category. Don't let these pretty little things fool you. The pink ring on the right is in the shape of a heart, and when it is upside down (as photographed) this plastic ring is deadly. Ask David. He was the victim last night. Fortunately he is still alive and so is the ring...miraculously. I just giggled. What do you hate stepping on?

Off to Preschool

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 19:38:00 +0000

I couldn't be more excited to go to school! "Is it a short ride or a long ride mom?" I felt like such a big boy this morning, I got my socks and back pack on all by myself.

One last squeeze for the "sleeping buddies" before loading up.

Here I am ready to charge through the front doors, but my mom insisted on another picture. I willingly obliged, but this time with a silly face.

My locker is easy to find. It is right next to the BIG storage locker. Right next to me, as you can read, is my classmate Peyton Quaas' locker...she is a girl. "I like to share names."

I found my name tag, washed my hands, and settled right in. I feel at home here at St. David's. See my elephant drinking water? A friend came over and I said, "Sure, you can play with me!"

After Molly and Mom picked me up, we went to a park that we hadn't been to before for a picnic lunch. We were so lucky to have found a park with a train at it!

So we had lunch in the train. It was the best first day of school ever.

Straight to the Starting Line

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 19:50:00 +0000

If it is gonna rain, we are going to enjoy it! Playing in the down-pours yesterday and today has joggled loose some fond memories of "playing" in the rain back in high school...track 'n field meets flooded my mind. Oh man. I remember two miserable track meets of my high school career; one in Waseca and the other in Fairmont.

Back in the mid-late 90's Waseca's track was on the edge of town with absolutely no protection from high winds. The corn field was right outside the fence. Is it still there? I remember it being so windy. It was just down right bitter cold with sheets of rain pelting our faces, shoulders, and thighs as we'd round the corners of the track. Wind is a beast when running hurdles. They had an indoor hockey arena near the track and we set up camp inside the hockey rink which provided a dry-damp cold cement slab of concrete under foot. There just wasn't a way to get comfy or warm between events. The most vivid memory of that track meet was at the start for my 100m high-hurdle race. The heavy rain left puddles of water on the track and low spots on the track were prevalent. As my feet found the starting blocks, my fingers were submerged in water up to the back of my hand at the start line. Water running through my hairspray-caked scalp and down my face stung my eyes and dripped off my nose as I attempted to hold completely still waiting for the gun to sound. I was almost too focused on the discomfort of the weather to hear the gun go off. I also remember the back stretch of the 4x400 relay. I can't remember what leg of the race I was, but I recall strategizing how I could use flooded lane #1 to my advantage as rounded turn #2 and tromped through the water kicking up additional hydration in the faces of conference competitors. The meet couldn't end soon enough.

Fairmont was even worse. A big meet. Sub-Sections I believe. Everything mattered! Same conditions; cold, windy, and no protection from the elements. Outside camp. Clothes soaked to the skin. I remember sparing a pair of socks for my final event which happened to be the very last event of the meet. I buried those things in the dryest corner of my duffle bag. I remember being so cold that my feet were in terrible pain. Trying to do the triple jump with chilled, wet, numb feet was a very irritating experience. Each approach step jarred my bones and my take off push was weakened by the inability to feel my limbs. I cried tears of frustration and pain.

What triggered these track 'n field memories? The rain that was traveling through my hair follicles on my head. Imagine a silver metal ball finding its way through a pin ball machine maze and that is was this rain felt like as it slowly trickled its way to my forehead, then down the bridge of my nose...and drip....drip...drip down to the puddles where my kids found complete enjoyment. It took me straight to the starting line.

Future 4-Her

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 03:43:00 +0000

She sat between those two goats like she had been around them her entire life. Not a second thought was given to the strength and size of those silly billy goats. Their black and gray peppered coats silkened by my children's brushing, were catching the sun's rays perfectly to imitate a satin ribbon on a blankie. As the goats sat facing each other propped up against the side of the barn, Molly made herself comfortable in the custom fit space between them. Molly befriended two goats yesterday at the Minnesota zoo as they basked in the warmth of the sun. She sat and giggled. She chatted intensely back 'n forth, making eye contact with each before giggling again. She lifted her arms and squealed with delight. The goats just glanced at her and blinked slowly. She wiggled, nearly brushed noses with one, and giggled again. No fear, no second thoughts. Just instantly in love and sharing laughter with those goats!

Watching her interact with these animals with so much joy brought 4-Hers to my mind. You know, the one's who fall asleep on hay bales in the same pen as their prize winning animals at the county fair. The ones who leave their favorite country tunes on for their beloved livestock. The ones who spend countless hours training, learning about, caring for, and building a relationship with their animals. If Molly had the opportunity to bring those goats to the fair, she would be that 4-Her.

I am so sad that I didn't have the camera in my hand. No photos to share, but the memories are vivid!

It's a Mystery to Me.

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 18:22:00 +0000

There it was; lying on the floor.

The cast. Hollow, empty, abandoned.

What on earth? How did that happen?

That is something only the good Lord, Molly, and Peyton know.

Perhaps a tug of war game between brother and sister.

Maybe just our tough-girl's effort to pull free from her crib rungs.

From what I understand from big brother, it was a very complicated situation.

All I know is that it was a blessing in disguise.

We now have a lovely smelling, mold-free, pink-sparkle cast that

Molly is beyond thrilled about.

She again chose pink with conviction and said, "Yes please!" for the sparkles.

Hopefully June 23rd we can say good-bye for good!

This beloved cast has brought our family giggles to last the month of June!

Can you see the twinkle from the sparkles?

New Vocabulary

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 19:17:00 +0000

Housefly: Noun. A flying insect that can range in size from small to large; a window-banging, wall-bouncing, drape-hiding, obnoxiously buzzing insect; A chaos-causing, pre-nap-disaster, hard-to-kill, mature larvae that should not be antagonizing my son at this time of day.

Tick: Noun. A small, round, dark insect that penetrates the skin to feast on warm blood; an uninvited guest on Peyton's scalp; unpredictable, undetectable bug that sprints across a floor rug after being flung off a satiable thigh; a flushable, pointless, nauseating little creature that should not be allowed to exist because they push this mommy to the point of feeling light headed, ready to pass out.

Cast: Noun. An unbreakable, unbendable, immobilizing device which aids in the healing of Molly's broken radius; a location to store unwanted food such as noodles, blueberries, soggy cheerios, and chicken; a pounding device that is used much like a drum mallet or a hammer; a sandpaper-like surface that is effective for wiping unwanted peanut butter and jelly off a piece of bread; a very, very stinky addition to Molly's wardrobe.

Soggy Saturday

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Sat, 21 May 2011 20:55:00 +0000

Soggy Saturday Essentials:

A friend to play with.

Puddles!

Flashlight. If you are going to go worm hunting, you better be able to see.

Tweezers. What else are you going to pick up night-crawlers with? Your hands?

Welch's grape juice can. Holding tank for those "litt-oh fewwas." Little fellas.

Puddle Stompers. We poured water out of Peyton's.

I think you could say they had fun. Soggy is an understatement.

Picture Day

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Wed, 06 Oct 2010 19:09:00 +0000

All you mommies out there who are nearly vomitting over the anxiety picture day causes for you or your household - take a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Even if they don't turn out, your son or daughter will still put them in their wedding reception slide show. Inhale. Exhale. Your child will still want to pass them out to their classmates regardless of the cheesy grin. Inhale. Exhale. And 10 years down the road, your child will still cringe no matter how good you think they turned out this year. Inhale. Exhale. Now stop losing sleep over this!

I have a huge grin on my face because I was the most vain of them all. Unfortunately, not just on picture day. Kindergarten...innocent little girl. As you can see by my 4th grade picture, vanity hadn't set in at this point either. What was I thinking? C'mon. Who the heck asks their stylist for an "Annie" perm and wears pearls outside/underneath her collared sweatshirt. By the way, that was my favorite sweatshirt of the decade...too bad it only fit me for 8 months. I would have worn it to the pool in the summer if it still fit me. It had a fuzzy pink mouse on the front of which you can see the tail on the left hand side of the picture. Crack me up.

However, by the time my adolescent years hit...wow. You know just by looking at those masterpiece-11th-grade-bangs that mornings were not pretty around our house unless I got those hard-as-a-brick-stiff suckers up in the air just the way I needed them to be. Surprise, surprise. I did not use Aqua Net. It was Salon Selectives. Heaven forbid that it would be rotten weather to walk to school on picture day. I could always count on that. I walked the whole way shielding my bangs with the palm of my hand. Every few steps, pulling a strand of hair from my bangs towards the posterior of my head making sure the whole mass of bangs were still being held together by the 1/3 bottle of hairspray that was reserved just for picture day. My goodness! Thank you Salon Selectives max hold...was it number 15? So glad I had another bottle stashed in the locker room. That bottle was empty by picture time too.

...and then as a PE teacher. Work it out! Twice as hard today. Sweat, sweat, sweat. "But Mrs. Phillips...it's picture day." Add 3 more laps, 10 more push-ups, and don't mention it again. No grace, no mercy. So mean. I know. For those of you who aren't in education and who think picture day causes chaos and evil on the morning of these blessed pictures at your home...please imagine, if you will, the chaos that occurs throughout the LONG day at school for these poor teachers, administrators, and photographers.

Don't get mad if there's a pony tail out of place. It's the PE teacher's fault. Don't get mad if there is a stain on their shirt. You were the one who didn't check the lunch menu and didn't send an all "white" or "clear" lunch for your child. Don't get mad if your child doesn't smile at the camera. The photographer chose to flick the bugger off, wipe the tears instead. The photographer can only do so much in the 30 seconds each child is allotted. Let's face it. The whole day is dreadful for all involved.

My conclusion: Always glance at the originals with an optimistic comment to your child. Be thankful that your child showed up to get their picture taken. And remember, there's always next year. Is it really worth going through all of that again for retakes?

...until my children are in grade school I can giggle, giggle, giggle. Much love to you grade school mommies!

Happy Birthday Molly

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 20:45:00 +0000

Last year at this time, we weren't looking out our house window into the golden tree that is blazing from the sun's rays. We were looking out the hospital window at the cold mist that drizzled all-the-day-long. We didn't mind. Inside we were radiating with joy because God blessed us with a healthy little girl who we celebrate today! Happy Birthday Molly Jane!

You, my sweet peach, have captured our hearts! This year has passed more quickly than we ever would have anticipated! The love we have for you overflows and we are so thankful for the smiles you share with us every day! As you walk your baby steps ever-so-intentionally, we will continue packing away each memory with just as much intention! Only God could love you more!

12 Month Highlights

By: Molly

Walking! Took my first solo steps at Grandma and Grandpa Jacobs' house while daddy recovered from having his gallbladder removed. Surprise surgery for daddy! Grandma and Grandpa are always so willing to help. We pray that they are blessed for sweeping Peyton and I away for a fun-filled weekend so mom and dad had quiet and calm! Thank you Gma and Gpa J!

Talking! "Bub.....bles!" "Ka-Ka-Ka!" (Quack, Quack, Quack) "Uh-Uh-Uh" (Monkey noise) "Yay!" "ssshhh" (fish) Today on my birthday: "Pay"....."Peyton"

Teething! Toothers #7 and #8 have popped through.

Asserting! Watch it bro! You get too close and I will give you a "pop" or a shove. Don't make me do it again...it should only happen once!

Guzzling! Milk...whole milk. I love it! Transition was a cinch!

Much Love, Molly

All in 5 Minutes

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 20:12:00 +0000

Bob and Larry became ever so popular after a "field trip" to Grandma and Grandpa J's garden.

The excitement over a tomato and cucumber was earthquake-ish. Here is our version of Veggie Tales that turned into Captain Underpants! All in five minutes mind you. You thought this was at least a two hour play adventure didn't you. Oh no.

Molly - 11 Months

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 20:07:00 +0000

My Family and Friends -

I have not forgotten, just a bit delayed. I have been nagging my mother to just "check this off the list already." So it is going to be short but sweet!
I know...its almost October...so it is a bit eye-rollish to be talking about August. Maybe it will return the summer craving again.

August 2nd: Returned from our trip from Montana.
August 3rd: Making "vroom" noise as I push my brother's cars around on the floor. If you need a mechanic, call us!

August 5th: Mom and Dad's 5 year anniversary. Thank you 2nd cousin Becky for taking care of us so mom and dad could celebrate!
August 10: Showing excitement for daddy when he comes home from work! I get so giddy some days.
August 14: Attended Carver County Fair, Waconia. Saw Old MacDonald's farm! Loved the chicks and rabbits.
August 19: Walking behind push toys.
August 20: Saw my first fireworks show...oh wait, I slept right through them in Grandma J's arms!
August 21: Cutest thing ever: I mouth and ever-so-lightly whisper the word, "HI." I love this quiet game. "Hi! Hi! Hi!" (whispering)
August 26: Went down the slide at the park with mommy. I was so excited to go again!
August 29: Play chase and peek-a-boo under the tables with my brother. Our favorite post-meal activity!
August 30: Standing on my own for extended time; no real desire to walk yet unless you hang onto my hands.
August 31: Saying "yes"...sounds more like "yesth." I will say "yesth" to anything!

Wait until you hear about month 12! Peyton can hardly wait to pick out my birthday cake for me. Ha.

Much love...and "Hi!"

Celebrated Five

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 02:56:00 +0000

We celebrated five years of marriage this past August 5th. Come to think of it, it was our golden anniversary. Huh. There are Golden Anniversaries right...like a golden birthday? What do I know? Someone please tell me. All I know is that five years later here we are a family of four.

We are praising God for the journey have shared. We are so thankful for the ways he has protected, provided, and supplied provision for our marriage and our family. His grace and love has shaped who we are as husband and wife.

Full of joy.

Healthy and strong.

Committed.

Stubborn and flexible.

Energetic.

Give and take.

Grace-filled.

Faithful and in love!

I love you David!

Rock Crushes Scissors!

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 20:33:00 +0000

Spaghetti night at the Phillips' home.

Molly was diggin' it like a shovel. She loved her spaghetti.

Peyton calls it Sssgahbeddy.

Red sauce clean up is NOT fun. Floor clean up is dreadful.

I win. David loses. Rock crushes scissors! Sad David. So sad.

I'm now 2-0. The last time I won, I was merciful and helped out.

Doesn't mean I didn't win though!

How do you decide to do the dirty work at your house?

On Top of the Table at My House!

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 01:20:00 +0000

These have been some of my favorite summer time recipes. I came up with these on my own. Nothing earth shattering in the world of cooking. Nothing gourmet. Not necessarily always the most healthy. But tasty indeed!

Oven Roasted Potatoes

1. As many diced red potatoes as you like

2. Salt, Pepper, Paprika, Parsley, and Savory

3. Olive Oil and Butter - if you want it extra heart-healthy. HA!

Toss all ingredients EXCEPT butter together in a large zip-lock bag. Bake @ 375 for approx 45 minutes or until tender. Drizzle with butter half way through bake time for added browning and yumminess!

Balsamic Vinaigrette Cucumbers

1. Garden fresh slicer cucumbers, sliced and plated

2. Drizzle with balsamic vinaigrette dressing as you like

3. Coat with grated parmesan. YUM!

Parmesan Garden Veggies Over Pasta

1. Any garden fresh vegetables. I like to use zucchini, shallots, yellow bell pepper, tomatoes, carrots, mushrooms. Cut small to sauté.

2. Saute in vegetable oil and chicken broth until slightly tender. Start with the hearty veggies first to prevent soggy veggies.

3. Add salt, pepper, and garlic while sauteing.

4. Sprinkle with grated parmesan right before serving.

5. Prepare angel hair pasta in water. After draining and rinsing in cold water, use small amount of chicken broth and butter to reheat on stove top. This will give the noodles a nice added flavor and prevent from becoming sticky.

6. Plate noodles and top with fresh sautéed parmesan veggies.

Colorado Mountain Gold Peaches

So many options:

1. No need for sugar on these fresh peaches. So juicy and sweet. Dreamy!

2. A little half n half for peaches 'n cream.

3. A little dab of cool whip.

4. Pinch of cinnamon.

5. Diced over vanilla ice cream. So darn good.

Show Me Your Muscles!

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 19:59:00 +0000

My love is head-over-heels for muscle cars. Who can blame him? Stop for a moment and escape to the drive-in theatre with me. Hear the loud muscle car engine, a 402 big block, making a statement to it's competition already parked and hushed. That's my husband in his '70 Chevelle SS. Sitting close to the one I love because we met in the middle on the sticky vinyl front bench seat. Dialing, literally dialing, in to the AM station that broadcasts the evening's show. That sounds romantic to me. You didn't know that about me did you? Unfortunately I never got a ride in that "bad boy" because he sold it before we met. I just imagine.

I would give anything to go back to the "Grease" days. Summer lovin'....

Anyway, we have started a tradition to attend the Car Craft Summer Nationals car show at the state fair grounds in St. Paul. I get a kick out of watching the hot rods parade down the street. Wow, there is A LOT of testosterone flowing there! I'm glad other's have poured their money into those beauties; we just get to enjoy dreaming. And dreaming is free! Peyton absolutely loves the "hot wods" too!

Here are some of our favorites over the past two summers.

This navy blue one resembles David's car that he owned way back. Some day we may just make it to a drive-in in our '68-'72 Chevelle SS.

Editor's Note: In writing this blog, I had to get my facts straight with David's help. This required making a phone call to David during his work day. Oh boy was he excited to hear me asking about Chevelles. He asked, "Why are you asking me these questions? Are you going to buy one today?" Never stop dreaming honey!

Molly - Ten Months

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 04:47:00 +0000

Hmmmm, where to start this month?

I can tell you what I haven't been doing. I haven't been sitting back in my lazy-boy watching Sesame Street, reading Sandra Boynton, and drinking pink lemonade. I haven't melted like a popsicle although the past few weeks here in the midwest have been HOT. Really stinking HOT. I haven't been catching frogs, smashing ants, and chasing grasshoppers. Thats my brother's passion. You know!!! This month came and went and we are still trying to catch the train that just keeps on chuggin'! Slow down summer!

Can I tell you what those Montana folks said about this Minnesota girl?

"Wow, Molly is such a good baby! She doesn't cry. I don't think I have heard her cry yet." And..."Really? Will she sleep through the night after going to bed at 7:30 pm?" I was a traveling champ out in Montana. I slept on the plane the entire trip to MT. Thank you Daddy for booking a 9:45 pm flight. You are one smart daddy! I took a long nap on the way back to MN and just hung out in peace and contentment through my awake moments. I was able to adjust to the time change and roll with the Energizer-charged Phillips clan in sunny MT where the sky really is big, the mountains are majestic, and the demolition derby is...well...I'm gonna say it....RED NECK! But then again, what demolition derby isn't that way? It was so special to meet my Grandma and Grandpa Phillips, Great Granny and Pa, aunts, uncles, and cousins. We made some wonderful memories on the lake, in the playhouse, at parades, and downtown Helena. We had a great time together as family.

Oh what else? I'm cruising along furniture, exploring the steps, and always waving. I've heard it called the pageant wave several times, but I don't see pageants in my future. I guess I got a little of mommy's homecoming queen in me. LOL. We have celebrated so many birthdays this past month I can't even keep track of July birthdays in our family. I attended a special party for my Grandma Jacobs who turned 60. Two more teeth popped through. They didn't bother me at all. Don't even think about feeding me that baby food. I'm done with that. Okay, fine...I'll choke down a few spoonfuls. I just love food. But sadly, I'm starting to lose my thighs. I know, it may take me awhile, but they just aren't what they used to be.

Well, August is passing quickly. It won't be too long before you hear from me again.

Until then... pageant waves, smoochy lip smacks, and bashful eyes.

Love,

Molly

27 Too Many

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 04:18:00 +0000

You know you have 27 TOO many library books when:

1. It takes you 7:27 seconds to check them all out even with your toddler helping.

2. All 27 books do not fit into your library book tote.

3. Your receipt is 27 inches long.

4. 27 books are spewing out of the stroller upon taking a sharp turn around book shelves.

5. You are hoping the due date is on the 27th of August just so you can remember how many books you checked out.

Why on earth did I check out 27 books at the library?

What Peyton? You want a book about sharks? OK, here's 5.

What Molly? You like Fancy Nancy books? Oh sweetie, here's 3.

Board Books. Oh Molly, you looooove board books. Here's 4.

Bugs, Colors, Shapes, Easy Readers how about 8.

Dr. Suess - only 2 because that is all I can tolerate.

And who knows what the other 5 are about because there are just TOO MANY LIBRARY BOOKS IN THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOW!

Hoping I can find all 27 upon the arrival of their due date....which isn't the 27th of August. :(

Peyton Phunnies

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 02:37:00 +0000

You know how it goes. I am supposed to meet up with a dear friend at 9:00 pm, 10 minutes away, and I am still putting Molly down at 8:50. Toss out the idea of applying some fresh powder and touching up the eyes so I look a little more like its 4 pm instead of 11 pm. Oh heck. Who am I kidding. Save the make-up for another day and get going! I decide to stay in my black Nike workout shorts, pink tank top, and add a white hoodie to the mix. I dash down the steps to kiss my lovelies goodbye and Peyton says, "You a bee-u-ful pen-gin (penguin) momma! Bee-u-ful pen-gin." Awwwww. I was so flattered that I waddled a little. I replied with a misty-eyed, "Thank-you!" (C'mon, kidding about the misty-eyed part.) He looks over my white hoodie and says, "Momma, take off your pen-gin." Tugging at my hoodie sleeve, he was really set on taking my "penguin" off. Hmmmmm. Now, I really don't know if that was a compliment, or if he was hinting that I looked like I belonged at the zoo with my fellow penguins. We both know that the zoo isn't my home.

Peyton loves to help bake. Mostly for the wick-wick (lick-lick) finale, but who doesn't like to wick the spoon? I decided to use up some "on the verge" blueberries by making Cheesecake Blueberry Muffins. Thank you Taste of Home magazine. I prepped all the ingredients while he was napping and was organized as if I was the Barefoot Contessa. Sluggishly, Peyton entered the kitchen but eagerly added the ingredients to the bowl and began stirring. If this is what it takes to have a happy kid after nap time, consider post-nap baking a daily event. He really does a decent job of stirring for a two year old boy, and we use it as an opportunity to practice taking turns. Without prompting, he willing passed the spoon to me and said, "Your turn momma." Standing next to my boy who was shoulder height perched on a stool, I scraped the sides down and whipped that muffin mix . He put his arm around me and said in an authentic tone, "Ohhhh, good job momma!" I just love it when he gets sentimental and tender-hearted with me. Because you know my boy is full speed ahead 99.2% of the day.

And...proud mommy moments #1,378 an d#1,379

#1,378) Peyton made it until 11:20 am without any potty accidents. I call this progress.

#1,379) Peyton is quite the swimmer. He pushes off the pool steps into a shallow water "dive" and stays under for approximately 5 seconds. He paddles his arms to resurface when he out of breath. After resurfacing he is calm and can't wait to do it again. He took notes from one of his good buddies earlier this week and now has a new level of bravery at the pool. I never thought my two year old would be doing such things in the water at this age. Yay Peyton!

I have got to get to bed!

Not So Innocent

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 19:28:00 +0000

Oh Molly-Bear. You aren't so innocent are you?

Eating flowers. Eating doorstops.

Putting Peyton in a head-lock.

Destroying artwork.

Pulling hair.

Don't let those baby-blues fool you!

Molly 9 months

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 19:24:00 +0000

Are you having a great summer? I sure hope so! Its mid-July; that just doesn't seem right! We (Peyton and I) have officially finished our one-week detox program upon returning from family camp. It has taken us all week to get back into the groove. One of us in particular had a much longer recovery time but I won't mention his name. We had lovely weather, meaningful fellowship, and a really special time together! We love Camp Lebanon.

Oh, this past month was another "biggie" for me! My girl attitude has stepped up a notch especially at the table. When I am seated for my fine dining experience, I expect service immediately! All the neighbors will hear about it too! In my opinion, I should be fed immediately upon sitting up to the table. Until my tummy is full, there isn't much time for my mommy to get a bite in herself. Purees are fine, but I really think its fun to pick up food myself. I'm now on the move and I'm picking up speed! Mid-June I started rolling, inching, flopping, and pushing backwards to get to my destination. It was effective, just not efficient. This quickly progressed into the one-two-frog-hop, and now I'm crawling. My favorite pit stops are the book bin, Peyton's matchbox car line-ups, and sitting at Peyton's feet while he is in time out. I can hardly stand that he has to miss out on the fun, so I patiently wait for him to get dismissed. We giggle together in the meantime.

Somethings never change. I still have a thing for my mom and when she is in sight, it is hard for me to be content in someone else's arms. I have started to say ma-ma-ma when I am longing for her affection. It works like a charm! I've been a super-trooper through my teething pain this month. I cut both top beaver teeth. No drool, no runny nose, no yucky poopies, and no sleepless nights! I'm a tough cookie! My right tooth is being shy and isn't dropping as quickly as the left one. I've discovered some interesting grinding noises to make with my one top beaver tooth against my bottom chompers.

We continue to visit the MN zoo often, we love swimming, and anytime we can get our hands in the sand and the water in one stop, its a great day! We are having a happy and healthy summer! Montana adventures in the near future. Can't wait to tell you all about our trip out west to meet the Phillips side of the family!

Potty Training Warm-Up

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 19:50:00 +0000

1. This process requires way more patience than teaching ADHD/LD students. WAY MORE! And we aren't even in the thick of it yet.

2. I didn't realize how quickly this process can turn into a game. Super funny Peyton!

3. Using toilet paper for my son is a bigger reward than a lollipop.

4. The anticipation of buying big-boy undies for him is nearly killing me. Can't wait to see what fun cartoon characters they have available. My guess is that those are the more expensive undies?

5. Wondering if I'm really ready to start this adventure...now? or after Montana? Do I really want to p.t. on a plane? Forget it!

Disclaimer: We don't encourage eating on the "pot." I just gotta do what I gotta do! There is reason to celebrate. Peyton pee-peed on the potty twice today! Yay Peytie!

noreply@blogger.com (Laura Phillips) — Thu, 03 Jun 2010 20:02:00 +0000

A MONTH OF 12 FIRSTS:

1. Swung on the swing all by myself. Weeeee!

2. Clapped my hands. YAY!

3. Waved my palm. Hi!

4. Played "so-big." And I am.

5. Tasted the beach sand. Blah-Puh-YUCK!

6. Splashed the lake/pool water. More! More!

7. Squeezed into my 12 month swimming suit. Sheesh.

8. Rocked back 'n forth on my hands on knees. C'mon!

9. Pushed up into a bear crawl position...and tipped over. Whoah - BONK!

10. Threw my ball at Peyton...heheheheee. Gotchya!

11. Celebrated my Great-Grandma's 80th birthday! Love you!

12. Tried a graham cracker. YUM!

Lovin' Summer and Life!

~Molly